"Am I dead?" Soleia's first words came out in a croak. She cracked just one eye open, her eyebrows lifted high up her forehead in order to assist the action.
The second Rafael heard her voice, he coughed out in laughter. Tears uncontrollably flowed from his eyes, gushing like a waterfall as he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in.
She still smelled like blood, of course. That was impossible to avoid with how much crimson was surrounding them. However, when pressed this close together, he could smell the natural fragrance that always seemed to cling to Soleia's skin.
Rafael sobbed into her shoulder, his body trembling when he felt her weakly raise a hand before placing it on his back.
"There there," Soleia said. "I didn't realize you loved your father so much as to cry about his death."
